“I did,” she replies with her eyebrows drawn together in obvious confusion, not knowing where the question is coming from. “Why are you asking that?”
“You mentioned on the plane that you’ve never done it with another person.”
Her eyes turn so wide, I’m scared they’ll fall out of the sockets, while her cheeks turn a scorching red. She jumps away to the other side of the couch, covering her face with her hands. “I hate these moments. I hate them.”
“When you don’t orgasm?” I’m barely able to contain my laughter seeing her beet red face.
“No, you idiot!” She throws a pillow in my face. “When I mumble when I’m nervous.”
My body shakes with silent laughter. “So, it looks like I was the first one to make you come, wasn’t I?”
Another pillow flies to my face, but I catch this one midair.
“Oh, you shut it!”
I laugh more.
“Stop looking so smug!”
“I can’t help it,” I wheeze through the laughing. “Talk about playing someone’s body like a tune.”
“Ezra,” she growls like a tiny, wild beast. Her nostrils flare as if that was supposed to be her warning. “Stop it!”
“Or talk about one’s schlong being very capable.” I’m nearly hiccuping at this point, reminding her about the word I asked her not to use when she described our time together.
“Ew, don’t say that!” She winces in disgust, but her eye is twitching.
“What did you say about our coitus before? Was it fulfilling enough?”
She jumps at me, knocking down the pillow I was holding like a shield. Her thighs are on either side of mine. Her hands are on my shoulders. “I don’t remember. I’m afraid you’ll have to demonstrate again so I can be the judge of it.” Her mischievous eyes dart between mine. Her little tongue peeks out to lick her lips. Teasing. Distracting.
“I’ll be happy to prove myself right now.” My voice is husky. Tone promising. Because I know I can back it up. It’s easy with Maeve, we’re so attuned to each other.
She presses her lips to mine while her pussy pushes on my already hard cock. We make out like teenagers in the back seat of a car. I can’t get enough of her body pressed into mine. I’m drunk on the feel that she’s mine from now on. That I can kiss her anytime I want. That I can fuck her anytime I want.
That I can call her mine.
Three weeks come and go, and I live in a blissful nirvana. The company is losing more and more money. More investors are pulling away. More contracts are getting cancelled. But I’m becoming happier. A paradox. This company and the idea of making it great have been my life for as long as I can remember. I’ve never known what else to do with my life. Until now.
Turns out, coming home to my wife cooking simplemeals and stinking up the whole place with garlic gives me more butterflies than any merger would. Seeing her slowly transforming my penthouse into a chaotic mess makes me understand how a real home should look and feel.
Hearing her sing every chance she gets is the only sound that can make me laugh these days. Seeing her cheat in cards and Monopoly with Noah and Martin in our living room fills me with contentment and odd happiness. Her regular visits to my empty office make my awful days bearable.
Seeing her sleeping in my bed with her pink head on my pillow. Watching her steal my comforter every single night, leaving me in the shivering cold. Smelling her coconut scent in every room, on every piece of clothing I own. Laughing at her buying unmatched coffee mugs. Noticing her giving cash or buying food for every single homeless person she meets. Her smiling at every cashier or clerk, even those being rude to her. Or running toward an opening door to hold it so someone with a stroller can go in. Being kind to people who don’t deserve it.
It all makes me realize that I’m falling in love with my wife.
46
Ezra
The last month has been a dream, no matter how sappy it sounds. Maeve has been coming to the office every single day, and we always end up making out or just having wild sex on one of the surfaces or on the floor.
Today I’ve had a particularly bad day, which became slightly better after her visit. I’ve got yet another denial from the city, and with this one I have a feeling that my days in the company are numbered. We’ve lost too much money and too many clients for me to remain in the seat; therefore the company will be transferred solely to other board members once they vote against me.
The only thing I’m looking forward to is coming home, knowing Maeve will be there, waiting for me.
That was, until I came home today.
